Face flushed red with the heat of the fire, or is it?
Face blush red when I remember his passionate words!
The flames of desire were stronger than I cared to think.
Just as well it was only a dream!
Or so it seemed…!
My face flushed red as I sit by fireside,
Eyes closed,
Lightly dozing in sleepy repose!
My face blush –red when remembering those words uttered,
The flames of desire, loud in my ears, not muttered!
Flames of passion did his words speak out,
Red blush my cheeks embarrassment no doubt.
Hot flames of desire breathing…
Red blush cheeks, embarrassed, chest heaving!
The fires stoked high in loves sweet,
Unembellished dream…
Flushed red, the heat of the fire,
He rather too keen,
Blush red remember passion filled words.
Flames still hot with desire…
Too strong for me lest I dare to show,
That I care for him, don't let him know.
Because his words nightly fill my dreams…!
With passion and desire,
But who he is, this man of passion of fire…
I really shall have to enquire!
